When Sam and Will were taking their leave, Alyssa would look as if she remembered something. She'd reach a hand out to stop Will, but then would pause and retract her hand. Turning back to the group, she'd stand by nodding along when Ramious would share his plans. The elf would offer a smile at the end. "Okay." Dipping her head acknowledging a two week check in at the Yawning Portal. She'd hang back while everyone would set off on their paths for the next little bit.

Alyssa would rock up and down on the balls of her feet for a moment, eyes looking around her. She'd step around, eventually finding her way to a brazier. Standing before the flame, the cleric would close her eyes and inhale a deep breath. She'd hug her notebook to her chest. Quietly, she'd begin to sing an elven hymn to herself, and with each breath she'd sing just a touch louder, gaining a bit of confidence with each word. Opening her blue hues, the elf would look into the fire, lowering her melody until it eventually faded off. Reaching out with a few spoke words, she'd drop her book into the flame. She'd return her hands to her chest and watch it burn until it was less than ash.

Now it was time for that bath and maybe get some of that sleep she used to be told to get all the time. Alyssa would tiptoe her way to her room. Hearing the door click behind her, she'd let out the biggest exhale, feeling herself immediately begin to decompress. She could slide to the floor and crawl to the bath, but wouldn't. Getting out of her armour, dropping her gear to get to soaking and washing would definitely be the first thing she'd do. Once out and dry, she'd just collapse onto the bed, squirming around relishing in it's comfort. I'm so weird. The elf would groan. It wouldn't take long though, she was out.

Alyssa would sleep for tonight and plan her next two weeks of studies and shopping tomorrow.

Ramious walks into the yawning portal. His eyes are unfocused, his lip is bleeding, his face is bruised, and he walks with a limp, holding his side. His mithril armor looks rather banged up and his magical shield has a good sized dent on it.  The end cap on his sword hilt is gone revealing the blades screw.  It's past 8.  Maybe he's late, maybe he's early...it's hard to tell....who can really say?  What is late or early.  He walks as if drunk. He is, indeed...quite drunk.  Regardless of wether the group is there or not, he doesn't seem to notice, and just sorta collapses into the nearest empty table.  It isn't actually empty, and the half-elf sitting across from him looks up in surprise....and then disgust as he catches a whiff of the tiefling.  

"My god.....you stink..."  is his instinctive reply.  

Ramious look up at him, "Whoorrr you....why you at my ttttabble?"  

The man shakes his head, "My table!  You know what?  Just take it then..."  

Just then a server shows up with what was probably going to be the man's beer....but as soon as it touches the table Ramious grabs it and starts drinking.  The half-elf gets up and walks off disgusted. Ramious looks over at a wyvern head mounted on the wall of the Inn...."Whaatrre ya starrin at yaa freaaak?" 

He sits back, takes a big swig of beer, then his tongue feels around inside his mouth and he spits on the ground next to him.  A blotch of blood with a tooth in the middle splatters on the floor. "Frraaack..." he mutters half-heartedly to himself. 

"Well you are looking about the same as last time." Leon says as he moves over to sit down with Ramious. he nods to the elf, tossing him a gold coin in payment for the drink. "Knowing you the other guys don't look half so good though." Leon chuckles to himself as he admires the beat up state of his friend. "Hopefully Bugs gets here soon, he can take care of some of those wounds, though the gear might be a bit harder to repair..."

In an overly loud voice, Ramious says, "LEON!  YA CRAFTY SUNNUVA *****, GOOD TO SEE YER YELLA FACE!"  Spittle sprays from his mouth as he talks.  His breath smells like he's been eating a diet of exclusively garlic and onion since he left.  His body smells with the sickly sweet tang of sour alcohol...mixed with vomit....sweat...and potentially the bodily fluids of something that died.  Ramious swings his head and looks around the room, "THIS GUY FOLKS.....THIS GUY IS THE BEST!"  He reaches out to grab Leon's arm in a firm shake..."AWW MAN...I MISSED YOU GUYS!"    In a quieter but still loud "whisper" voice Ramious says..."HEY..hey...we NEED to go on MORE ADVENTURES....come on..LET get OUT OF THIS PLACE!"   He abruptly stands up and walks over to the well in the center of the room..."LEON!  PSSSTT.....HEY LEON....LET'S GO!"  He steps over the edge and plummets down the pit.

Leon sits there for a long moment. He hasn't quite put two and two together, not until Ramious falls out of sight into the pit. "Ramious, you son of a..." He growls as he rushes to the edge of the pit. Looking down he hopes the drunk teifling at least thinks to use his wings and not fall the entire distance to the bottom.

Ramious appears to be unconscious at the bottom of the pit, all splayed out limbs...though it seems he tried to get his wings out somewhat to slow his fall....since they're spread wide and lay limp across the floor far below. 

"damn fool." Leon says, quickly getting down to his friend. He pulls out his ownly healing potion and pours it down Ramious's throat. "You big Lug, no more of that foolishness. We need to wait for the others before heading off on any adventures anyhow."

Healing for 7

Actually, it was not that terrible. Leon did not see the dead body - in fact, he did not see anything, the pitch black swirling darkness in the well remained undisturbed even when he, himself, climbed into it.

Ramious, on the other hand, found himself a bit hurt, true, but very far from being flattened by the impact - he did not fall that deep. The floor, he was lying on, seemed familiar. Association would probably get through on it's own to the wine clouded brain, but he got help: in the  (very narrow) field of view appeared boots (also somewhat familiar) and - again! familiar! what is wrong with this place?! - voice asked "Can you stand up on your own?" Sam (because it was him) bent down to meet Ramious eyes. "Must be cold and too hard for a comfortable rest."

"Good choice," that was said to Leon, who appeared in the Guild Hall right after the tiefling. "Would sober him too, I think. And if you indeed came back for an adventure... I might have something for you."
Sam was uncharacteristically laconic and it did not seem to have anything to do with Ramious state. He just pointed toward the door leading back to the tavern and returned to Will, who was watching the scene with mild curiosity from behind the counter.

Leon sighs, unsure exactly how he got there, but happy to see Ramious not as bad off as he could have been. "Don't put me through crap like that again." he says as he hands over the healing potion.

"Teleport," answered Sam unasked but an obvious question. "You do not think we would keep a full imitation of the Yawning portal here, down to it's size, do you?" (His normal long-winding seemed to return) "Adventurers get drunk way to often - understandably so, of course, no blaming here and good for the business too. But once they get drunk - they get (too) bold for their own good and goad each other to all kind of challenges. Jumping into the well is the first to come to the drunk mind - with the well be so on the open as it is".

"I was telling you this for ages!" Remarked Will, but was interrupted "You do not have ages under your belt yet, boy. And the Well is a good attraction - we need to keep it. You can see for yourself - some precaution, and nobody gets hurt. Too much."

"Well, I am glad of it." Leon says with a nod, giving Sam a clap on his back. "Now, we need to get our other companions rounded up, and me and Ramious here would like to find out what new adventures you have in the offing."

Ramious groans and takes the healing potion from Leon, while still laying on the floor. The potion stays tucked in his meaty fist while he continues to lay on the floor.  Eventually he starts to mumble, "It's actuallllly very comfrretable down here....hey....Leooon...the rumors lied..no mysterious undermountaain place. Just the adventure guild...and Sam.  Poor Sam....down in a pit...so sad....stuck in a pit in a bar all night...nice floor though...preeetty clean....nice place...woulda though dirtier...more puke...i mean...it's a pit in a bar....whatchya gunna do? Amiright?" 

He keeps mumbling on about nonsense for a while.

Sam proved to be surprisingly sturdy for someone of his age and lifestyle - he was not even swayed by Leon's clap. "Now-now! The Undermountain may be a myth, as well as the Yawning portal leading there. But our guild is quite real with no less real requests for help. Well payed requests, I might add! And you might get yourself one, when you become sober enough to read it," he looked at the tiefling curling on the floor a bit sceptically "or listen someone to read it." Sam looked at Leon much more thoughtfully. "You know, do come - there is a thing that might call for your group. See you at the morning? Do come!" repeated he stepping aside. "And... you might want to sleep somewhere else - say, a few steps to the left? The night is young and I am expecting more .... brave souls to fall through the "portal". Might get messy on this spot."

Inside the Yawning Portal, the elf sat alone in a corner booth, eyes down in their studies. One hand flipped through pages while the other held onto an ale. Although it was a common occurrence, the commotion of an incoming patron stumbling through and tumbling down the hole still drew the turning of heads each time. This time was no exception. At the familiar sight, the elf would lift their mug in cheers towards the tiefling before downing a gulp. Had my tumble one of the first days back...

Finishing their page, the elf would snap their book shut. Guess it's well passed that time. Inhaling a deep breath, they'd chug back the rest of their ale, returning the hallow mug to the table once done. A quiet belch would leave their lips before wiping it with the back of their hand. Sure there was a little buzz going on, but definitely not anywhere near Ramious' level. They'd get up from their seat and make their way over to Sam and his company.

"I'd rather not fall down there looking for trouble again." They'd glance down the well before looking to Sam, popping their brow. "New request?"

The elf held themselves tall. Their skin pale, hair long and white. There was a hint of familiarity about them.

"Indeed, I ha..." Sam stopped himself and looked Alyssa's tween up and down. Then looked at the white raven, then snapped his fingers (one of the ring flashed with red light for a second). "There is something different about you today," observantly noted he at last. "Spell backfired, practicing or just having fun?" (Will's face impression was untranslatable during this monologue, but his cheeks were more red than usual) "Looks good, though."

"Well, where was I... Ah, yes. The request..." It was again as if someone pulled the lever switching off Sam's talkativeness. "There is one. But... I do not like it." Coming from a guy who sent your group to Maztica laughing and cheering, it did sound ominous. "All legit - no questions here. Reward is good too, believe me. But the circumstances..." He shook his head and added. "Come to me when you all are here and," he nodded at the far corner with half-sleeping Ramious, "ready to listen. I'd rather not repeat the story twice."

Ramious hears the entire conversation, though the only hint is that he 'scooches' his body over across the floor into the corner.  The stone here is cooler and feels good on the side of his face....though he's starting to feel a little queasy so he curls up onto his side a bit.  He considers saying, "I can damned well hear you all...." but....doesn't manage to get his mouth to work and slowly just passes out instead....heavy snoring begins to fill the room. 

As the others congregated by the table, multicolored bugs of several varieties began to crawl upon the tables.  A clear sign that Bernard, aka Bugs, was near.  In fact he was standing against the wall just inside the door watching and waiting for a reaction.  Well, one beyond Ramious' groans and mumbles from his inebriated state.  He just stood there in his new armor, a mix of softer blacks and green, with leather greaves with a crest of bee over honeycomb.  

Moving over to Ramious he shakes his head while looking down at him.  "Well big guy... This won't do.  How are we supposed to plan our next big trip with you in this sorry state?"  Bernard grins and thinks, "he's not going to like this."  He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small jar with liquid in it.  Opening it he fishes out four large greenish leeches.  Taking care he puts one on his neck, one his face and one on each wrist.  They attached immediately and within seconds had become fat a bloated and detached themselves.  Bernard quickly picked them up and put them back in the jar.  

He leans down and gently slaps Ramious' face.  "Wakey, wakey big guy.  They're going to start charging you rent if you take up residence on the floor."

OOC: Bernard cast lessor restoration on Ramious getting rid of the poisoned condition.

A foggy nightmare of vicious shadowy enemies fighting him in an alley, while the sound of Bugs yelling for him, somewhere....there in the darkness, but he couldn't get to him through all of these shadowy warriors...and.....suddenly it's as if a wave of light washes through the dream....and then the alley fades away and the scraping of boots on stone, and the bright light of the room fills his sense as he opens his eyes.  He glances around.  Why is he on the floor of the adventurers guild?  What was going on?  Did he get cursed again?  He looks at Bugs nearby....and pushes himself up off the ground.  He looks around, seeing everyone staring at him. He sniffs, as he scratches his head, some crusty dirt and bits of hay falling out of his hair. He picks up some foul stench....ug...what is that?  He looks at Bugs and scrunches his nose, but...you gotta be nice to your friends and not mention stuff like how bad they smell.  But man....he smelled bad.  

He forced out a smile, "Hey Bugs.  Hey there guys."  He glances at the strange elf.  Then promptly ignores him. Looking back to Leon, "Was I cursed?  What happened?  Did I forget an whole adventure?  Did we win?  Where's Alyssa?" 

"We always win." Leon says, giving Ramious a grin. "But no, just here to see about a new adventure." He nods to the strange new elf though when asked about their female companion. Turning to Sam he raises an eyebrow. "Looks like we are all here, and sober, at least for now, so what is this thing you don't want to have to speak of twice..."

Ramious looks at Leon when he looks to the new elf....and then looks at the new elf again...then...back to Leon and Bugs. "Ya, hold up Sam......who's this guy and where is Alyssa at?"